This Shot

This evolution of this story told is one of many
It's a never-ending story full of painful memories
Starts with this lass who's delegating smile
Is a cover-up of things inside that are highly volatile
Twisted way of getting by
And her laughter is a hidden sigh
Ask her how she feels no she can't quite say
And that's a damn shame

This shot of booze
That's it for the evening

First incarnation of this broken home starts with my broken man
Knotted up with twisted bones (Life slipping) spin through his hands
Syrup-coated mentality and your eyes they tend to weep
Consciousness has left the premises you're talking in your sleep
It's injustice in it's purest form it's O.O.C.
You're off the path of nature's plan and that's disgusting to see
Break that down
How do you think that feels for my brother and me
We won't feel that

This shot of booze
That's it for the evening

And I'd die for you
You can't feel it if you don't know how
That just figures
That just figures
And disfigures as well
When I cry it does nothing
So I gotta try
And that's one lesson that I've learned

Second incarnation of this story told
You're knotted up with twisted bones
You're coated mentality and your eyes they still weep
You're still talking in your sleep
It's justice in it's purest form
You've lost the path and now you're gone
If I won't die I'll be damned if I'll do the same
Dad do you hear me

That's it for the evening
This shot of booze
That's it for the evening

Please know I'd die for you
You can't feel me if you don't know how
I won't feel it
I won't feel that this time
It's coming this way

This shot of booze
That's it
That's it
This shot of booze yeah that's it for the evening